It didn’t make sense to him that anyone could treat others like that. Even as someone who was subjugated into slavery he would have never, ever treated someone like that. “That’s... Wrong though. People should judge people by how they treat others,” he explained honestly. “If I grow up to be somebody, I’ll tell people like that to shut up. People like you deserve better.”
When they arrived he tried to keep eyes off of him. Sure he was still muddy and all, but at the very least he was somewhere warm. If not a little awkward in the midst of more humans than he’d ever been around in his life. “It’s going to be weird being around humans. I barely got to see a handful of them,” he explained. “I don’t know what they’re even like. Hopefully not as rowdy.”
Baerm raised an eye brow at the kid, to be honest, he never thought much of humans. As far as he could tell, humans were a lot like orcs, with a few notable exceptions. "I wouldn't worry too much about that kid, you get used to them after a while." Before long, another waitress walked passed once again, placing a large flagon of ale in front of Baerm and a smaller cup of water in front of the kid.
The young raven haired girl seemed perhaps fifteen years old. She gave the huge orc and the small human boy a weird glance as she slowly lowered the two plates of smoked lamb onto the table. With a quiet, somewhat reserved whisper, she spoke "Will that be all?" After taking a huge gulp of ale and biting a massive chunk out of his leg of lamb, Baerm cleared his throat and replied in his usual deep and course voice. "Another Ale".
Drowning himself with ale, finishing the rest of the flagon he handed it to the girl without even looking at her. The girl shyly grabbed it from Baerms hand and shuffled away in silence.
He guessed he would do what he could to fit in though he wasn’t sure how to do that. All the same, he waited patiently for Baerm to start eating before he took his own bites. He was ravenous but was used to waiting anyway - though he tore into it like a rabid animal - practically starved himself.
In between bites he looked up. “I figure I’ll learn enough. Whenever we part ways I’ll probably travel,” he explained. “I’ve never really seen the world outside the giants lands. I want to...” he was sure they’d part ways by now - given that Baerm hadn’t indicated otherwise. “Maybe find where I came from, I don’t know...“
He chewed some more before downing some of that water. “Learn different languages and cultures definitely though. I’ve always wanted to,” he explained. “Goliath and basic are good skills. But imagine learning all of the languages.”
Remembering though, he looked down at himself. “It’ll probably be easier when I get myself a bath and some clothes,” he explained. “And I can erm... Blend into society I guess they say?”
Baerm practically breathed in his food, drowning himself in his 2nd, then his 3rd flagon of ale. The boy spoke in the background, but to be honest, he was utterly starving. Everything else was a blur in his mind. "Bath?" The orc looked at the kid with a gleeful grin and a mouth half full of meat. "Been a while since I had one too."
He wiped his face with a folded rag, his face becoming somewhat serious. Switching the the giants language of golish he stared Kor dead in the eye. "Earlier you mentioned Oarlung. I know that giant. Tell me everything you know and I'll see about getting you some hot water to wash yourself." Baerm huffed as he looked back down at his empty plate, a disappointed look in his eyes.
Kor nodded he could imagine he hadn’t had one in a long time. Kor, well they bathed him three times a year. So as far as he remembered it'd been a good two months. “Hygiene wasn’t important in giant culture. I’ll save you how long it’s been since I’ve actually had one,” he explained honestly. Chewing more of his food. “This is so good...” he murmured.
When he mentioned the giants again in Golish - he paused. A little bit of fear came into his eyes if only because the one he talked about scared him. ”... He and his group make their homes... Several months travel away from here. Deep in the mountainous areas where I don’t think a lot of living creatures dare go to,” he explained. Honesty In his voice. ”No one goes in or out who isn’t part of the clan. So to get there you’d need some sort of in - but not a giant necessarily. You could find some of the other oafs lying about scouting out his next targets.” he explained.
He then added. ”I’d get some sort of guide and a party if you go out there though. There are a lot of them. A whole village full,” he explained. ”But you’d be able to find it easy enough by the pile of bones he leaves as a warning outside it.” he added. Hoefully he had been helpful. After all Baerm had done a lot for him.
Baerm smiled at the boy and chuckled a hearty laugh. He could tell he was a good kid at heart. But Baerm knew had a job to do, he didn't have time to stay and deal with the child forever. As soon as their meal was complete he tossed a silver coin to the young blond girl who still seemed overly shy in his presence. The boy followed close behind him as they walked towards the bar. "We need a room for the night Hilla. This boy needs your help."
A middle aged woman with peppered black wavy hair walked up to them from behind the counter. She gave the boy a glance and looked back at Baerm. She nodded in understanding, and grinned deeply at the Kor. "Come with me sonny, I've got a room you can stay in, and a nice hot bath to get you washed up." Kor seemed hesitant at 1st, but Baerm motioned for him to follow the woman. "It's alright kid, she'll get you washed up and set out some new cloths for ya. I may be a bit longer."
Kor didn't say a word, with Baerms approval of the women he followed her down the hall. Hilla was a kind woman. He had dropped off four other children at her tavern in the past few years. All of them previous slaves. There was a silent understanding between them that if he ever found lost children she would always take care of them and set them up for a better life. He breathed in deeply and sat at the bar, drowning his inner pain in stronger ale. He must of fallen asleep at the bar cause he woke up to the same young girl prodding his shoulder. "I'm sorry sir, but we gotta get ready to open for the morning shift, Hella said to leave ya be but I gotta clean." Baerm nodded in understand, with a grunt, he stretched his legs.
It was early morning, the sun barely shone on the horizon. Something about the kid stuck with him, he had an attitude of fearlessness that Baerm respected. It took him a while to pull himself together. He silently made his way to the boys room, alone sprawled out on a bed in the corner of the room, covered in blankets, was the young Kor. Without saying a word or making a noise, he walked towards the nightstand on the other side of the room, laying out a pouch of coins, 15 copper, 6 silver and 2 gold. It wasn't much but it was the best he could do. Before leaving the room, he placed a folded note on the counter top, the pouch of coins above it.
Never Give Up Kid, You Got Guts,
I Wish You The Best In Your New Life.
With one last glance he looked back at the young boy, a boy now freed and given a chance at a new life. "Best of Luck Kor". And with that, he left the room and found his way to the edge of the village by the stables. Tossing the stable boy who sneared at him with annoyance another silver, he grabbed the reigns of his horse. Astride his young mare, he continued on his journey.